As I read Mother Jones' post about Detective Nurse this morning before work, I found myself wondering what kind of person might "accidentally" wash her hair in organophosphate insecticide. After all, the patient was only fifty years old - not nearly old enough, in my opinion, to miss the garlic scent of her new shampoo.
Then I remembered how, ten years ago when I was still just a sweet young (forties) thing, I had reached into the bathroom cabinet for my mouthwash. Without looking, I took a good swig. Yikes! It was nail polish remover! The bottle wasn't the same size or even the same shape as that of the mouthwash.
The taste stayed in my mouth for hours. Duh.